• Beginning
    Hello,my name is Molly Annderson the 2nd.Well I was the second until I was murdered and that murderer took my place.I am being discussed if I should go to heaven or hell by the spirits at this moment but I believe I should not be here. Well my mother was very rich and the same as my father.They dreamed of having a beautiful girl and they got what they wanted.I was a little baby girl with black hair and red eyes.The doctor was frightened of my eyes, and since he was old he had a heary attack.It was too late for the other doctors to save him.
    But now I am a dead teenager and wish to have another chance at life.I feel my pressence with my parents above me but I just wish they were right next to me.Since I am a spirit I could here them moarning.They had nothing to do with the death,but a older woman did.She was young and her life is with my parents, being a lier like the b**** she is.

    She is a New World
    Those were the first words my mother and father had said.It was a raining night and the moon was full. 12:00 A.M was the time and as I opened my ears I heard a wolf howl as if their new child was born. They held me with a pink blanket and there,in the flesh, was the murderer to soon come. She was smiling with her yellow teeth.She looked like a 10 year old and that was how old she was. Her green eyes looking innocent. I'm remembering everything in my life.
    When I was brought home I was put into a white crib. I started to drift away to sleep and saw my dreams. I was in a land of happiness until something crashed into the world.It was the girl. She was killing innocent people and I ran. I ran away to my parents,I ran until I fell. She caught me and killed me. I woke up screaming.
    Then after the year,it came to my 1st birthday.I got a ragdoll and named her Faith. The toy was from my grandma.Then when the woman came in she saw how filthy it looked she tried to fix it up with a pink dress,but I took it away from her hands.She snatched Faith back and fitted the dress onto her.I cried. My parents comforted me and gave the ragdoll to Grandma,who cleaned turned Faith back to her old self quicky.
    It was as great as before the changing. I sat on Grandma's lap and listened to a story of her's.Right now she is dead,but I am buried near her grave.She tells me the story once or twice a day.I feel cold,ashy tears desolve away from my face; I feel her hand touch away the tears.When the lady took Faith away on my first birthday,she was 11.The next years before I was 4 I recieved the following: a witch hat,a cute voodoo doll,and a cooking play set;all from my grandma that I will never forget.
    She died at my age of 4.The year when it was just her birthday.She died somehow that no one knows but I do. The 11 year old was so smart she decided to put rat poison into Grandma's drink. Everyoner else suggested she was too old or had a heart attack. I told you I know what happened in my life.Great Grandma who cared for me, I wish for our murderer to be here instead of us.